Right leg...TAP. Left leg...TAP. Right leg...TAP. Left leg...TAP. Right leg...TAP. Left leg...TAP.
The three friends marched abreast, their new high heels clicking on the pavement in perfect unison and synchronicity with each other, and the beat of the music they continued to hear. Postures ram-rod straight, great big beautiful tits pushed out, arms linked, long, perfect pantyhose-clad legs carrying them inexorably forward.
Steven, at the far right, his head affixed to a leggy, gorgeous dancer's body identical to his two companions, looked around them as they continued tapping along. "Well, at least we haven't bumped into anyone yet." Having his noggin paired up with such a preposterously feminine body was NOT in his comfort zone when it came to social interaction. He was sure there would be laughing, ridicule, and outright derision.
"Don't be daft!" Liz snapped from the middle of the trio. "If you see anyone, I mean anyone, scream bloody murder! We can't stop ourselves! We need help!"
"I keep hoping I'll wake up and this is just some kind of fucked up nightmare." Carly wheezed at the far right.
The three kept dance-marching, side-by-side, arms linked as they turned a corner and tapped onto the sidewalk of a wider, potentially busier street. As they kept marching onward, they periodically strode into glow of streetlights and signals, illuminating themselves in eerie "stage-lights" as they danced to the beat of someone else's drum.
"Finally, there's someone..." Liz muttered, desperation causing her voice to crack before she kicked into full-blown shouting, "Ma'am! Ma'am! Beg your pardon!!! We need help!!! Please, ring the police or something!!!" she shouted to a little old woman wearing a colorful scarf over her head who was apparently returning home with her knitting.
The old bird stopped, took one look at the oddly dressed, marching threesome, shook her head in disgust, and continued on her way.
"Ma'am!!! Ma'am please!!!" Liz pleaded.
"She's serious! We're in trouble!!!" Carly chimed in.
"Old bitch." Steven muttered as the three continued kick-marching on their way.
A block or two further, they encountered an older, obviously inebriated, balding, overweight gent stripped down to his undershirt sitting on a front stoop, sipping a beer.
"Thank God..." Liz mumbled. "Sir!!! Sir?!?! My friends and I need assistance! Something terrible has happen..."
Before she even finished, the old man raised his beer can and toasted them. "Oy there, sluts!!!"
"Oh for Christ sakes..." Liz mumbled angrily.
"Piss off, you old drunken Hippo!!!" Carly spit out.
"Well, this is going MARVELOUSLY." Steven sighed and shook his head as the body his head was attached too, and those of his two friends continued to dance-trot on their merry way in time with the strange music.
Further down the street, the 3 could see a small group of workmen climbing, and stumbling, out of their truck. They were still clad in their overalls, heavy workbooks, and safety vests. One of them was even wearing a hard hat accessorized with a pair of goggles and sound-dampening headphones, the kind yard and heavy machinery users had to wear.
"Great. More drunks." Steven was NOT thrilled with the idea of approaching a group of burly, loud, laughing workmen who'd just got done with a night at the pub.
"Excuse me!!! You lot!!! We're in trouble!!! Could you ring the police or Emergency services or something!" Liz shouted.
The group of men stood there, dumbstruck at the sight of 3 gorgeous, leggy dancers approaching them in perfectly timed unified marching. All of them looked surprised, some of them started laughing, and a couple were already looking like they were admiring the trio of leggy, big breasted ladies a little too much. "Fuck me! We hit the bloody jackpot!" One of them shouted, the rest of his fellows laughing in agreement.
"We can't stop dancing!!! We need your help!!" Carly squealed.
"I don't know luv, I for one could watch you strut your stuff all night!" one workmen grunted as he did a pelvic thrust, eliciting guffaws from his crew.
"God damn it, we're serious! We need help!!!" Liz was getting increasingly desperate.
The men started to follow the three dancers, observing and admiring them as they took in the strange sight. Some whispered amongst themselves, smiling, winking, and slapping their buddies on the back as they appeared to appraise, rate, and admire the three friends.
"Bloody Hell, this one's a guy!" One of them grunted, finally getting a look at Steven's mug.
"With tits like those, it's don't matter!" Another laughed, getting the rest of the fellas to cackle like hyenas.
"Jesus! Just stop us! Grab us, tackle us, whatever, just please stop us!" Carly shrieked.
The men stopped. "I don't need any more invite than that! Dibs on the cutie with the short blond hair!" one of them broke into a trot to catch up to Carly, throwing his arms around her. Rather than slow her down in any way, shape or form, he ended up being dragged along as the three continued dance-marching onward at the same rate.
'What in the..." the man groaned as he fell, unable to use any of his strength to stop Carly, being pulled forward and off his feet. He ended up tripping, falling and hitting his chin on the ground.
"Shit!" Liz cursed.
A couple more men ran over, one trying to cling to Carly's kicking legs, the other grabbing Liz by the waist. They're efforts proved just as futile as Liz left her would-be "rescuer" behind as he was pulled along and tripped over his own workboots, and Carly's glorious, scissoring legs slammed into the head of her "hero," leaving him sprawled and out of sorts behind them as well.
Some of the mean stopped following them, attempting to help their fallen comrades. The others stopped laughing, suddenly not finding things so damned amusing.
"Please! Keep trying! We can't stop!" tears were rolling down Carly's cheeks now.
"Call the police!!! You morons, call the police!" Liz shouted.
Seeing a young man slowing down, watching his oddly alluring new legs carrying him ever forward, Steven locked eyes with him. Looking over the man, he suddenly had a thought. "Your earmuff things!!! put them on me!!!" Steven shouted, nodding toward the noise-canceling 'phones the young man had on his hardhat.
Confused...no, absolutely bewildered, the man responded to Steven's desperation and trotted up next to him, sliding the headphones onto his head and over his ears.
All of the sounds of the men and his friends and his heels clicking on the pavement became more muted, sounding almost as if they were underwater. But, more importantly than that, Steven no longer heard the eerie big-band music!!!
Slowly, his marching stride started to slacken, going out of step with his two friends. He started to try and force his gorgeous new body to bend to his will, and, in ten or 15 seconds it finally did. He let go of Liz's arm and brought his long new pantyhose-sheathed legs to a standstill. He couldn't hear the music!!! He was in control of himself again!!!
He stood there, catching his breath, his new knees knocking together, as relief and anxiety threatened to overcome him. He looked down at his enormous new breasts rising and falling in time with his heavy breathing. Looking up, he could see, but only barely hear, Liz and Carly, looking back at him over their shoulders, pleading for his help. Their graceful new bodies, practically clones of his own, continued marching onward, arms linked, stilettos tapping away with each step.
Steven looked around at the confused workmen, some just standing there in a daze, others sprawled on the ground injured or unconscious, and cursed his luck upon seeing that none of them had noise-canceling earmuffs on them like their young friend.
As his friends continued on their forced journey, Steven decided to...
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